This is the ONLY slash story I've ever written. Up until a little while ago I couldn't even read the stuff but I read a great story and so I tried my hand at it. Send me some feedback if you can.
He staggered outside, barely able to walk straight in his violent haze of alcohol. He pushed through the cameras and reporters, his shouts slurring to the point where no one could understand him. Squeezing his eyes shut tightly, he held onto the wall for support and traveled the length of the building. He felt a hand land on his shoulder. Groaning slightly, he stopped moving.
“They’re gonna kill you when this hits the papers tomorrow.”
“Who cares? I sure as hell don’t,” he slurred.
“Lance sighed quietly. “JC… You can’t keep doing this every night. It’s just not right.”
He shrugged his friends hand off his shoulder. “What would you know?”
“Enough JC. I know enough.”
“Just leave me alone.”
“You know I can’t do that.”
JC screamed, making Lance move away. He turned around, his face red and angry. “Why are they here?” he screamed.
“Who?”
“The reporters! The cameras! The news! Everyone! Why do they STILL follow me? Follow us?”
“We already went over this in the club. No one knew they were gonna be here or we would’ve went somewhere else.”
“It’s my freaking birthday. I can’t get a moments peace. Never. They’re always… There.” He leaned back against the wall and slowly slid down until his head was to his knees. “Why won’t they just leave me alone?”
Sitting down next to his friend, he rubbed his back gently to try and calm him down. “It’s just the way it is C… They’ll always be here… It’s just the way it is.”
“Why? Why does it have to be like this?”
“It just is C. Accept it and move on.”
He was quiet for a long time. “Can we go now?”
“Yeah…Of course.” They walked to back to the limo waiting for them, hand in hand until they came back into the reporters view. They separated as usual and distanced so no one would suspect. Body guards were there to protect them, but they only enraged JC more. He kept his head down, ignoring the shouts from the people around him.
They were both barely in the car when JC was on Lance.
“JC… Stop. You’re drunk.” Lance pushed him away a little, but JC only sat next to him, his hand creeping higher up on his thigh.
“So?”
“So stop. You don’t know what you’re doing.”
“Yes, I do. I’m not that drunk.”
“JC…” he warned.
Sighing loudly, he sat back against the seat and pouted. Lance rolled his eyes. “You’re so immature.”
“Am not.”
“Are too.”
“Am not.”
“I am SO not arguing with you right now.”
JC smiled. “I win.”
It was a quiet ride home for the most part. Lance was a little upset with JC and he was just too out of it to do much of anything but moan.
“Quit your whining. We’re already at your house.” Lance wrapped his arm around JC’s waist to help him walk to the front door.
“How are you gonna get home?” he mumbled.
“I’ll catch a cab. Where are your keys?”
“Oops…” JC giggled.
Lance groaned. “Can you stand?”
“Yes.”
“Ok I’m going to get your spare.” He cautiously let his arm slip from around his waist but the second the support was gone, JC slid down to the floor. “Just… Just sit there ok?” Lance ran around to the side of the huge house and pulled out the spare key from inside his favorite flower pot and back to JC. He was asleep. He picked up his older bandmate and after a bit of a struggle, had him inside and on the couch. It would take too much strength to drag him upstairs so he just removed his shirt and shoes and checked to make sure he had boxers on before he slid off his pants.
It hurt seeing his friend there, that way, again. He didn’t feel right leaving him there alone so he grabbed the pillows and blankets from the bedrooms upstairs and made a bed for himself on the floor. He carefully folded his clothes and JC’s and was about to get under the blankets when he heard JC call for him.
“Yeah C?”
“Com’ ere.” Lance sat down on the edge of the couch and watched as JC fought to keep his eyes open. “Closer.” He leaned his head in. JC reached up and pulled it down before kissing him softly.
“What- what was that for?” Lance stuttered.
“For everything. But mostly for you Lance. Just for being you.”
He blushed. “What would you know…” he said modestly.
“I know enough Lance. I know enough.” With that, he reached behind his head and pulled him down before kissing him, deeply and passionately.
“Enough…” he mumbled one last time. “I know enough…”